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Last Light Falling

YA Dystopian / Post Apocalyptic Thriller
Date Published: July 2015

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Arena has left the nation’s administration with a dead president and a weakened military, and while the tragic memories continue to scar her, the government struggles to regroup without its leader. For the people who still remain in hiding, it’s evident the country is all but lost, and with Russian operatives taking over, the nation’s hope of recovering is grim.
After months in hiding, Arena and her brother, Gabriel, fight to survive the aftermath while they trudge through unkindly terrain across the country to rejoin their friends, but what they soon discover may staunch their journey. The government’s failed attempt to rebirth a broken nation has caused civil unrest like no other.
After reuniting with their friends, Arena’s decision to stay changes when she discovers the secrets of a refugee camp behind a clandestine group of rebels, known as the Southern Resistance. With an opportunity to escape to a permanent safe haven, Arena risks her life to lead the new fellowship. But the darkest days are upon them, and with a new war brewing, Arena’s path will take a dark turn as her survival is in jeopardy.
Into The Darkness captures the cruel truth behind our darkest secrets which may often cause us to question our faith. In this graphic second installment of the LAST LIGHT FALLING series, J.E. Plemons continues the grim story of Arena Power’s fate, testing her faith while she and her brother search for an answer to their survival in a brooding world filled with chaos.
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CHAPTER 1
In the midst of tragic suffering, we all have fallen by death in one way or another, but because of His suffering, we are given hope and a gift of eternal life. I’m still hopeful for those who still remain in this wicked world, regardless of the unleashed hell that awaits us all.
The light draws dim, and Gabe and I are forced to set camp as the sun sets behind the horizon. We find a small spot beyond a brushy field where a clump of trees stands out in the middle of nowhere. The trees are packed fairly tightly, but there is very little underbrush where we can start a fire without burning everything in sight.
“How many more days you think?” Gabe asks as he clears the ground. I brush the sweat from my eyes and gaze wearily to the east. I’m afraid Carrington won’t be the same as we left it.
“Hard to say,” I simply answer. Fact is I haven’t the slightest clue. Nothing from this landscape looks familiar to home. I lay my pack on the cool soil and rest my swords peacefully against a gnarled tree trunk.
“You hungry?” I ask.
“Is the Pope Catholic?” he caustically answers. The sun quickly sets well behind the trees, leaving the horizon to glow.
“Why don’t you get a fire started and I’ll fetch us some-thing to eat.”
While Gabe dresses the ground with kindling, I venture west, anxious to hunt. Night hunting is not my forte. With-out ample light, there’s no telling what’s lurking in the high grass that surrounds us. Although the land here offers abundant species of game birds, I fear the coyotes and bobcats
will scare them away. I kneel down in the brush and wait for something appetizing to cross my path.
It’s been long since Gabe and I have had a decent meal we haven’t had to kill ourselves—not since before all this shit happened. Myra, our foster mom, was the chef of the household. Her roasted duck, a staple on special occasions, would have your taste buds hypnotized for days. And not many people know how to cook duck properly, but she sure did. Though she is dead along with my real mom, not a day goes by without some memory of her.
It’s been twenty minutes now and not a single creature has stirred. I’ve impatiently waited too long to stay here. I trek further out toward a small thicket of live oak trees about a half-mile to the west.
About halfway to the coppice a small hare hops past my boots. I lunge to grab it, but catch a handful of dirt instead. I can’t see a damn thing out here in this nest of weeds. My only hope is to nab something in that cluster of trees up ahead. I wade through the thick brush until the sound of heavy breathing halts my pace. I rest still and for a moment the labored wheezing stops. The sounds in the dark can be misleading, but this certainly doesn’t sound friendly. The tall grass suddenly rustles, but I can’t tell in what direction it’s coming from. Whatever it is, it seems to be scurrying frantically all around. I know it’s not a coyote, because he wouldn’t be moving this much; he would cowardly wait until I made the first move. A small tree limb snaps on the ground to my left about fifteen paces. I quickly bend down and hide within the scratchy underwood. I slowly draw one of my weathered arrows and carefully place it in the string of my bow, waiting for this animal to show itself. The rustling stops and the deep croaking sound of a bullfrog echoes in the distance. That is a pleasing sound, because I know there must be water nearby and I desperately could use a drink. No frog in its right mind would hop around in this barren land without water.
It’s been too long for whatever is hiding out there not to move. Just then, my stomach decides to harmonize with that old bullfrog, growling with starvation. I’m so hungry right now, I’d eat a hot dog from a gas station, but I’m not leaving this spot until I find out what’s hiding out there.
I slowly stand up and walk toward where the raspy panting first started. The rustling in the grass continues when two pheasants fly out in front of me, trying to flee. I must have stepped near their guarded nest. A devilish squeal pierces the air, and two glowing eyes stare at me. In an instant, the tall grass begins to move toward me like a wave in the ocean. I raise my bow and pull the string back, but the arrow nock splits and falls from my hands. I quickly turn and run, hoping I won’t be mauled by what-ever is chasing me. The grass gets thicker and thicker, slowing me down, and that monstrous squeal pierces my ears.
I dart through the weeds as they slash against my thighs like stinging whips. The persisting beast moans with a hellish roar, closing in on my pace, until I finally exit the brushy pasture into a small clearing. There’s not a safe enough distance between this creature and me to look back. It’s fast whatever it is.
I alter my course toward an old oak tree in hopes I will climb far enough up its gnarled limbs for safe harbor. My sides ache from the exhausted running, and the muscle in my lower left calf gives in as I stumble hard to the ground beneath the old tree.
I quickly roll over, pull my dagger from its sheath, and unexpectedly recognize the beast’s twisted tusks driving rapidly toward me. The moonlight shines through the clouded skies and reveals an infuriated feral hog ready to tear into my flesh with vengeance. If I falter, or lose my grip on my knife, I will be at the mercy of its sharp, bristling tusks. The savage pig bows back its hairy ears and leaps, its jowls open wide exposing its razor-sharp teeth. I swing my arm forward and thrust the end of my blade into the back-side of his thick, hairy-coated neck. The hog violently flops about, squealing, not going down without a fight. I stab him again and again until the shrieking finally stops.
I lie there on the ground panting, the two-hundred-pound dead, bloody boar resting on my legs. I’m too tired to move, but the stench emitting from this fowl beast persuades me to do otherwise. Not what I was expecting to find for food, but it’s all we have, and unless a nice pheasant or squirrel decides to pleasantly drop in my lap surrendering to be eaten, it’s pork for dinner.
I push the hairy hog off my legs and pull out my knife. Before I slice into its belly, a small wooden cross near the tree catches my eye. It leans to the side, sitting atop a pile of rocks. It reminds me too much of my uncle Finnegan’s burial that I can’t seem to peel my eyes from it.
Six months have passed since Gabe and I left Finnegan’s grave, and yet I still haven’t forgiven myself for his careless death. If he hadn’t shielded me from the soldier’s bullet at the training facility, I would be the one lying in that grave right now. But my raging hatred for General Iakov caused more pain and misery to our fellowship, and it got Finnegan killed. Though Iakov has fallen with his sol-diers in the facility, leaving a heavy stain on this new administration, it has broken a part of me I can’t get back.
I feel less convinced of the path God has led me on with every step I take in this dark depraved place. If it is my des-tiny to help wipe evil from this world, it’s tearing me apart, because I can feel the fragility in my faith growing now. While I wish I could go back and change things, my fate has brought me here. . . hunting in the dark for survival.
I quickly cut into the hog before the meat spoils and the blood taints our meal. There is just too much to carry back to camp, so I cut and skin what I can for the night and leave the stinky carcass for the vultures. The smell is just too repulsive to continue butchering this nasty beast, anyway. It’s beyond the depths of foul. I tie up what meat I can carry with me and wander toward the small coppice where that bullfrog was bellowing. I’m sure to find water somewhere nearby.
The exposed roots twisting along the ground like a snake suggest an underground spring feeding these lonely trees. There stands a soaring cypress tree hovering over the bank of a small running creek that effortlessly meanders with twists and turns. I follow the brook until I reach the end where it pours into a clear spring. My weary eyes widen, and my dry, parched mouth salivates over this aquatic nectar.
I dunk the canteens into the cold spring water in a less-stagnate area away from the growing moss and algae. I’m so thirsty, I couldn’t care less what’s floating in this sweet, quenching pool of goodness. As long as I don’t have to see what I’m drinking, I’m just fine. Bottoms up, I say.
The unbearable frigid temperatures of winter have finally subdued and surrendered to the fresh blooming beginnings of spring, just like this water. Unfortunately, summer has found a way to creep in, because these long hot days have been murderous. It’s nearing May, I think, but I can’t be for sure. I lost track of time long ago.
For six long miserable months, our weary legs have ambled through snowy drifts of white expanding as far as the eye can see. We have traveled through lifeless towns, abandoned farms, and fields of emptiness, but traveling by foot is our only way now. The roads are no longer safe. Our nation has changed into an ever-growing evil, and those who see it for what it really is have become a liability under harsh scrutiny.
The hundreds of miles we’ve traveled from the East Coast have worn us thin, but I feel our journey to reunite with our friends is not too far away. Texas is the only thing on my mind, and I won’t be discouraged by another day of swollen feet. We haven’t come this far just to give up.
There’s a glowing ember in the distance and I realize just how far away I am from Gabe’s warm fire. The air is starting to get a little chilly and I shiver. I make my way back to camp and find Gabe asleep on the ground in a fetal position. The egregious smell of pork smoking above the fire should wake his stomach up. Gabe has already built a spit-fire high enough above the flames to cook our meal. He’s a Boy Scout after my own heart.
I’m too hungry to wait for this meat slab to hang over the fire the next eight hours. I slice off small manageable pieces to cook, skewer them on a couple of sticks, and lay them on a rock next to the fire. I wrap the rest of meat around the long piece of hickory Gabe had used for a walking stick, and secure it with some left over wire from my pack. I carefully rest the meat above the fire to slow-cook overnight. Hell, maybe the stench will evaporate from the pores, leaving us with some nice tenderloin for breakfast.
I sit next to the crackling fire and dangle the small pieces on the wooden skewers right above the flames. The rendering fat drips from the pork causing the fire to flare up. The sizzling of the fat and crackling of the tissue begins to rouse Gabe, but I don’t think it’s the sound that has awakened him.
“Holy mother of God, what’s that smell, Arena?” Gabe says with his nosed pinched. It’s quite an uninviting smell, but I’ve been smelling and breathing it in for a while, so I guess I have gotten used to it.
“It’s our dinner,” I say.
“You’re kidding me. What are you feeding me, the inside of a pig’s ass?”
Not quite, but damn near close, I think, trying hard not to smile. Okay, I admit the smell is objectionable, but this is all I have to offer.
“Unless you have anything better to proposition, this is our meal. I suggest you take it and fill that empty stomach of yours.”
This salty meat may taste gamey, but when you are as hungry as we are, you’ll eat just about anything, and my stomach can’t wait until the morning to find something bet-ter. Sure I would like to have a nice juicy steak and baked potato, but this will just have to do. We both hold our noses from breathing in the smell of this wretched swine. I stomach what I can and try to dilute the taste with the fresh spring water.
Gabe eagerly falls back to sleep. I try to stay awake as long as I can to keep watch for any unwanted wild creature that may wander uninvited to our malodorous campsite. I’m pretty sure we have unintentionally attracted every wild beast for miles with the smoky scent of ass.
I watch Gabe sleep comfortably below the canvased trees while my stomach churns. The world seems so lonely. Gabe is all I have left right now, and I don’t think I could bear the thought of losing him too. There were times in my life when I detested my twin brother, but I never stopped loving him, and right now, I need him more than ever.
The harsh conditions we’ve experience in the last six months has forced us to both grow up, but none more than Gabe. He’s become a man before my eyes. His dirty blond hair drapes dingily below his ears and eyes. He’s still the same brother at heart, but he’s grown into something much different. Behind those skinny limbs and that frail body he used to carry, breathes courage now. We can never go back to what we were—time and history have changed, and so have we.
I want to believe there is purpose in all of this, but I’m not sure anymore what I’m supposed to do. I feel lost with-out Finnegan by my side. He was the only family Gabe and I had left, and now he too is gone. But his bravery will never be forgotten, and because it was his choice to follow my divine path, we’ve weakened a dying nation at its heart. My enemy may be dead, but my nightmares are still much alive.
I realize there is a reason for every event that happens to us, but I’m still having a difficult time accepting it. I may never fully understand my part in this world, but I will continue until I can no more. Many people left on this earth will accept their fate as meaningless acts of randomness. I believe now there is more to this world than just chaos and ruin. We were born with a plan, a purpose, and a choice. I choose to believe Finnegan saved my life to extend my fate, and I’m eternally grateful, but I wish not to endure any more hum-bling experiences through death.
Instead of sleeping on the padded dirt next to the fire, I nestle in between the roots of an old oak tree. I prop myself up against rough ridges of splitting bark and stretch out my legs. I grab Jacob’s necklace around my neck and stare down at the worn silver cross like I do every night. I rub the edges with my fingers as if it were a nervous tick. I’m afraid I will never let go. The only boy I truly loved is gone, but his death will remain very alive in my nightmares. I fight to stay awake, but my body isn’t willing to compromise. Sleep wins the battle.
About the Author

Jay Plemons’ life is nothing short of ordinary. From an aspiring chef, carpenter, educator, musician, husband, and father, nothing ever seems too busy when adding yet another hat into the mix as a fiction novelist. With a degree in music business, and a minor in English from Middle Tennessee State University, the aspirations to continue his journey in the arts, has followed Jay to write the Last Light Falling series, which has not only touched on some of his personal experiences, but has also helped him further explore the heightened convictions of faith.
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Time’s Alibi

Description

Cancer. Undetected, it relentlessly devours its host until there is nothing left. Andrew Acheson’s grandfather has been searching for a cure since a rare blood born pathogen claimed the life of his beloved wife.

Family. If damaged, it can be the breeding ground for social disease. Greed infected the Acheson clan long ago. David Acheson, the patriarch, has been missing for over a year and is presumed to be dead. Murdered? Kidnapped? The FBI has no leads. David’s heirs can’t wait to get their filthy fingers on his pharmaceutical empire.

Discovery. If misunderstood, it has the power to destroy. Andrew desires the success and love that have painfully eluded him. Without his grandfather’s guidance, he may never find it. Suddenly thrust into the center of a conflict with historic consequences, Andrew might be able to survive if he can overcome his flaws, both inherited and self-inflicted. But first, he must find his grandfather and deal with David’s most dangerous invention yet: time travel.

Husky Harlequin

Husky is a lawyer, poet, musician, chemist, and writer from the Philadelphia area. His high school literature class blew up his brain, exposing a love for story telling. He’s circling back now. He can’t argue in court like Mitch McDeer, drop rhymes like Mother Goose, rock like Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, or leverage his skills in the lab like Walter White, but he can write better than Kilgore Trout. Husky is a lover of ideas, progressive thoughts, and mankind.

Review

David Acheson is trying to find a cure for cancer. He has created a pharmaceutical empire with his research. While on his hunt for a cure, David disappears. Now his greedy family is napping at the bit to get their hands on Andrew’s money. In the middle of all of this is Andrew, David’s grandson. He is trying to find his place and is thrust into a position that he has to grow up fast to run. But when he finds out what happens to David, will Andrew be able to become that man that he needs to be.

It’s hard to give some detail away without ruining the plot. This in an interesting book, filled with quick chapter that have a lot going on in them. I understood what David’s drive was and everything that he discovers. But I have to say that I really liked watching Andrew grow up and into a tough position. The rest of the Acheson family was just horrible. Talk about greedy and dysfunctional.

I really liked this book. It was easy to get into. It’s amazing the lengths at which people go to get some money. This is a great read and I recommend checking it out.

To purchase Time’s Alibi, or for more information, make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Husky Harlequin’s website.

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Inspector Dewey Update

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Yesterday I posted a review for the book Inspector Dewey. You can find that here. Unfortunately I forgot to add in the author’s guest post. So, without further ado…

My Book Project: Now This Is Joy—Reading Aloud by Kristen Heimerl

I’m a rational, practical adult. I read novels quietly to myself. Occasionally, I may snort or laugh out loud at a funny, but for the most part, it’s a silent, respectable endeavor.

Writing my own book, however, has driven a whole new behavior: reading aloud. It started with my cats. I mean, I had to road test my manuscript rewrites on someone, right? They seemed to like it. Lord knows, they lined up on my writing desk like a trio of Russian nesting dolls blankly staring at me while I ferociously typed away on the keyboard.

Since Inspector Dewey features them (my roommates of almost five years), I found myself creating and honing their individual kitty voices—inflections and intonations I imagined they’d use. Lily seemed to like it. By Dewey’s instant exit, I‘m pretty sure he thought it was creepy. But it worked for me. It helped me bring the characters to life on the page. When I read the story aloud, it helped me to identify poor word choices, rough spots in cadence and page turns, and out-of-character quotations.

Mostly though, it was a blast. I got to craving reading the book aloud because it was so silly-fun. When I had the chance to read an early review copy at a preschool, I jumped at the opportunity. They were so polite—I felt a little shy. And Lily, who came along with me, was being such a good girl, too. I thought to myself, Uh-oh, who’s gonna get silly with me?

I started reading, doing my best to maintain my composure, playing the “cool guy” called for in the mood of the moment. But then, it just happened . . . I couldn’t help it . . . I slipped into Lily’s sassy, sweet high-pitched song: “Weeeeee, what fun! We’re gonna catch a bad guy!” Giggle. Wriggle. Squeal! I saw the teacher’s eyes get slightly larger and a tiny curl formed upward at the corners of her mouth. I think I surprised her—and the kids, too. Did they not know I could be such a goofus? Did they not want me to? I just kept going and doing what felt natural. And, yes—that was full-on kitty performances.

I imagine I’ll be doing more readings—inside and outside of the home. And I look forward to listening and learning from the pros: the authors and teachers and parents who come before me with years of read-aloud experience. For now, I’m just delighted to have plenty of picture books and a peanut gallery to practice on.

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To purchase Inspector Dewey, or for more information, make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Kristen Heimerl’s website.

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Inspector Dewey

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Inspector Dewey by Kristen Heimerl and Irene Bofill

(Excerpt from Goodreads) My name is Dewey–Inspector Dewey. I live in the big green house on Hampshire Avenue with my family: Thumper, Lily, and Anna. I am the Big Cat responsible for keeping everyone safe and in order. I do this quite well, in spite of the fact that managing my family is like, well, herding cats!

Mostly our life is peaceful. But one night it wasn’t. That was the night the bad guy showed up on our block. Of course, I knew exactly how to out-smart the outlaw, but–miserable mullet!–would Anna and the police understand my instructions?

To find out how the adventure ended, you’ll have to read my book. But I’ll give you a hint: there’s a reason I’m called INSPECTOR Dewey.

Kristen Heimerl

Marketing Officer, Strategy Expert, Innovator and Brand Builder, Kristen’s business career spans 20+ years serving the biggest brands in industry and the biggest hearts of start-ups and entrepreneurs. Kristen revels in bringing compelling products and services to life and helping leaders and individuals with big dreams realize their big goals.

Kristen’s life joys include her 2+ year obsession creating the most beautiful self-published picture book possible, the breathtaking forests and lakes of her Minnesota birthplace, the family that really does love her no matter what, and her three magnificent Norwegian Forest Cats who together, with Kristen, helped catch the bad guy on their block that inspired her upcoming book (stake out and high speed chase included!)

She holds a master of science in eCommerce from Carnegie Mellon University, an MBA from the University of Minnesota Carlson School of Management, and a BA from the University of St. Thomas. As the great transformer in her life, Kristen supports others’ education and literacy as an adjunct professor of business and strategy and, more recently, through her children’s book, Inspector Dewey (Available September 2015).

Kristen’s site for her work “Inspector Dewey” will be premiering on May 31st, 2015. In addition, you can read more about Kristen’s work at threenorwegians.com, also live on May 31st.

My Review

5 stars

Dewey lives with Thumper, Lily, and Anna his human. One night as they were getting ready for bed a strange man is seen pulling up in front of their house. Dewey is on top of things and watches him. He then alerts Thumper, Lily, and Anna. It’s up to Inspector Dewey to protect his family and home.

This is a great story! Dewey is such a brave kitty. He watches out for his family, even when they don’t really take him seriously, and saves the day. This book is beautifully illustrated and had me cheering for Dewey.

This is a great story to read to children and to have them start reading. I also love the fact that 50% of profits go to help families in need get veterinary care. If the story didn’t warm my heart that fact did.

This is a great story for kids and adults alike. Make sure to get your copy today.

To purchase Inspector Dewey, or for more information, make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Kristen Heimerl’s website.

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Buried Deep

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Buried Deep (Mind Bending – 3) by Lynn Tincher

5 stars

(Excerpt from Goodreads) The drama continues as Paige and Junna are summoned to New Orleans to investigate a double murder. From the moment they arrive, they find themselves in a whirlwind of death and devastation. Paige foresees the viscous murder of a beautiful young woman as she falls victim to this serial killer. Is she in time to save her? Meanwhile, Junna gives in to the dark powers that surround her in the back alleys. Is Junna in too deep and is she lost forever?

A serial killer is targeting the tourists in New Orleans and Paige, Junna, and Randy have been called in to see if they can find him. Paige is distracted and worried about Jay, their relationship, and then Momma V. When she gets a glimpse of the latest victim she can’t help throwing herself into the investigation to try and save her. Junna is giving into the dark powers in the alleys that they frequent in their hunt. The question is if they are going to save the latest victim or are they going to end up in the same place. Will Junna be able to save herself or will she be consumed. What is going to happen with Paige and Jay is this going to make or break their relationship.

I love this series. They are short, intense books that just suck you in. Paige is torn between Jay and hunting for the serial killer. She loves Jay but is afraid to loose him and sets herself up for failure. I love the connection between Randy and Junna. I really hope and pray for Junna, she is walking such a fine line. I have all ready read the fourth book but I can’t wait for the next one. This series is seriously addicting.

To purchase Buried Deep, or for more information on the Mind Bending series, make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

I received Buried Deep for free from White Handed PR for free in exchange for an honest review.

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Tahoe Blue Fire

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Tahoe Blue Fire (Owen McKenna – 13) by Todd Borg

5 stars

(Excerpt from Goodreads) The Woman Seemed Paranoid

When Tahoe Detective Owen McKenna gets a call from a woman who’s afraid for her life, it sounds like she is excessively paranoid.

But The Killer Was Dead Serious

McKenna investigates and discovers that two other people have already died. He believes the killer is after something worth millions, a precious artifact that dates back to Renaissance Italy.

The Next Potential Victim Is Famous

When McKenna finds a connection between the victims and a famous retired pro football tackle named Adam Simms, he worries that Simms will be the next victim.

McKenna’s Only Suspect Is Losing His Mind

Simms seems gentle as a teddy bear. But decades of football gave Simms Traumatic Brain Injury, causing loss of memory and worse. When Simms can’t remember details of his relationship to the other victims, McKenna begins to wonder if it’s because Simms is suffering dementia or if he’s a diabolical fake.

The Murderer Is As Devious As He Is Twisted

As McKenna pursues the case, he will need every bit of strength and skill, for the murderer is determined to kill McKenna in the most vicious way imaginable…

Tahoe Blue Fire starts out with a bang, someone getting murdered in a violent way. From there Own McKenna gets a call from a woman that is afraid someone is going to burn her house down with her in it or be shot. When the later comes to play Owen finds himself trying to find the almost illusive killer.

Then he stumbles upon Adam Simms, a former pro-football player that is suffering from serious brain injuries resulting from playing football. If that isn’t enough to peak your curiosity throw in the victims having a love of the Renaissance and Frank Sinatra. People are seriously trying to kill Owen but that doesn’t detour him from finding out what is really going on.

I love all of the Owen McKenna books, I really can’t praise them enough. And Tahoe Blue Fire is no exception to the rule. There doesn’t seem to be any link between the victims yet Owen finds himself in Italy trying to find the link. You will follow him meet Adam Simms and learn how he doesn’t have very long to live yet has a spark for poetry. You will also meet an old timer that loves Frank Sinatra and collecting his memorabilia.

But trust me, this is all linked together and has a spectacular ending that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Once again I didn’t expect the killer until the end, which is a typical Owen McKenna story. And I have to say that I did have a tear in my eye at the end of the book.

The best part is although this is the 13th book in the series, each book can be read as a stand-alone but why would you want to do that to such a great series. Plus I love how everything is based in Tahoe. Since I live 30 minutes away it just makes the book that more special.

For all the mystery lovers, all I can say is you have to read this series. Tahoe Blue Fire is a must read. You will not be disappointed.

To purchase Tahoe Blue Fire, or for more information on the Owen McKenna series, make sure to chekc out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Todd Borg’s website.

I received Tahoe Blue Fire from the author for free in exchange for an honest review.

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Symbiosis

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Symbiosis (Scintillate – 2) by Karen Tjebben

5 stars

(Excerpt from Goodreads) A switch is flipped the night of the dance. Something awakens within Kate Archer that alters her relationship with Nick and Alex. Haunting visions of the past begin to plague her. In an effort to maintain harmony within her relationships, she tries to hide the knowledge the dreams reveal to her. Eventually, when the façade that she’s so carefully crafted begins to unravel, Kate realizes that the past has no boundaries, and it has stained her soul. It is then that the truth finally sets her free.

Kate is starting to learn more about her powers, the Asteri, and the Nephilim. But she is starting to dream more and more about Nick and Alex’s past. She feels like an intruder to their past and makes her see them both in a different light. Kate is having a hard time processing the dreams and tries to keep acting normal. But with the Nephilim still trying to kill her and coming into her full power things are not going to be easy for Kate.

I liked Scintillate but I admit that there were a lot of things going on that are left unexplained. No need to worry, these things are explained in Symbiosis. I loved watching Kate come into her powers and going from that naïve little girl to someone that could hold her own. I also liked how much more depth to Nick and Alex. I admit that I’m not a fan of love triangles but the added background gave this a fresh twist to the normal love triangle conflicts.

I recommend reading Scintillate before Symbosis. You will have more background to the story and will enjoy Symbiosis more. I’m really liking how this story is progressing and I cannot wait to see what happens in the next book.

If you like young adult paranormal stories, I recommend add this to your reading list.

To purchase Symbiosis, or for more information, make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

I received this book for free from Reading Addiction Virtual Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.

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